“So, tell me,” he starts as we meet in the middle of the room. “How are my sloppy seconds?” I put my tongue in my cheek and chuckle dryly before grabbing him by his jacket and slamming him into the railing of the stairs. Some people gasp while the majority just stop and stare. “Jesus Christ,” Craig says. “Chill the fuck out, bro.” Not your fucking bro. “Hand over your phone, shithead, or this is only going to get worse for you.” “All right, all right,” he mutters and takes out his phone. I rip it out of his hand and instead of going to photos, I go straight into settings. It’s bad enough that
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